- from The Trials and Tribulations of a West Coast Southern Belle.
Well, hell, I was a southern belle, wasn’t I? Southern belles had tough reputations - soft silk covering a spine of steel. Just look at Scarlett. She’d certainly had it worse than me and she’d managed and triumphed. Even if she did lose her man, something else we had in common. If Scarlett could do it, then by God, so could I.
“Tomorrow is another day,” I muttered, digging in my duffle for clean clothes. “And I’ll be a new woman. Strong. Tough. Oh Lord, celibate.” My throat tightened. Used up before I was thirty, because I couldn’t imagine loving anyone but Rhett … Rafe!